Children's books for Christmas: Our Favorites


On Christmas Day in the Morning by Pearl S. Buck: I have yet to read this book without crying. Maybe it's because of its beautifully simple illustrations, the heartwarming story... Whatever it is, this is the Christmas book I look most look forward to reading with my kids each year, tears aside.



The Twenty-Four Days Before Christmas by Madeleine L'Engle: A wonderful, classic story that makes a great read-aloud for both younger and older kids. Although, the family in the story does a "special thing" each day of December as they wait for Christmas, which can create some high standards in the minds of children, so proceed with caution.



The Biggest, most Beautiful Christmas Tree by Amye Rosenberg: This is a delightful story featuring woodland animals that Santa forgets about until a fun, crazy Aunt sweeps in and saves the day. Kids love this story. 



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